Speedway Gas Station

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My name is Mike. I’m forty years old, married with 2 beautiful daughters. But this story is about what happened to me 10 years ago.

The back story. I was born and raised in Cleveland, Ohio. Graduated high school and went to college at Case Western Reserve College. Once I graduated with my BS degree in Business, I started a job in Chicago.

All through High School and College I didn’t have much of a social life because I devoted all of my time to my studies. In Chicago I became totally devoted to my job. I worked hard and long hours to make a success of myself. It paid off for me very well. After 5 years of hard work, my reward was to be regional director of sales, out of Columbus, OH. I was given a company car with a company credit card for my expenses.

My work area was, besides Columbus, Lexington KY, Wheeling WV, and Cleveland OH. I would spend 1 day each at the outer lying areas and the 2 days left over I was in the Columbus office. I worked it to where I would be in the Cleveland office on Fridays so that after work I would head over and stay at my parent’s house. I would help my Dad around the house with his projects and my Mom would do my laundry. Worked out pretty good for me, I hate doing laundry. Then I would head back home Sunday evening.

With all the traveling I went through a lot of gas for the car. There was a Speedway gas station not too far from my house, so I would always stop there when I got back to town and fuel up for the next day’s trip.

I never actually went into the Speedway; I always just got my fuel and got the receipt from the pump. This had gone on for about a year. Then one day the pump was out of paper and I had to go inside to get my receipt.

This is where the real story takes place. When I went in to get my receipt there was a guy at the register, that for some reason, really caught my eye. He was small in frame, and had very feminine features about him. He wasn’t a crossdresser or a transsexual but there was just something about him that really got my attention. As he spoke to me, he had that type of voice and mannerisms that let you know that he was gay. Very gay.

He handed me my receipt and as our hands touched, he seemed to hang onto the piece of paper longer than he needed to. I swear I felt a tingle run through me when he smiled at me and told me to have a nice day.

When I got home that night, I could not get him out of my mind. istanbul travesti It seems that I was sexually aroused all the night and into the next day. After that I started going inside to get my receipt. It didn’t take too long to figure out that he worked Tuesday through Saturday. I didn’t know the hours but since I always was there in the evenings, I knew he worked the afternoon shift. Each time I would go in, he always gave me that smile that really aroused me. We talked quite a bit and I learned that his name was Stephan.

One week my parents told me that they were taking a senior’s bus tour up into Canada to go gambling and they were leaving Friday morning. So, when I got done in Cleveland on Friday, I stayed at my parent’s house and knocked out my laundry. Then around noon I head back home. I stopped at the station to fill up the car and when I walked in Stephan looked at me and said, “What the hell you doing in town on a weekend. I thought you always stayed with your parents.” I told him, “They went to Canada for a gambling trip with some seniors and won’t be back until Wednesday.”

He then asked me, “Well since you’re here for your first weekend in Columbus, what are your big plans for tonight.” I told him, “I hardly know much about this town, so I have no idea what I should do tonight. Probably sit home and watch some Netflix and catch up on some paperwork that I’ve been putting off.”

He told me that he gets off at 9PM and he planned on going out and having a few drinks, I was more than welcome to join him. I think I blushed when I replied, “Yes, that would be great.”

It was around 5pm at that point so I went home and put my laundry away, got something to eat and started to get ready for going out. I felt like a school girl going out on my first date. I kept going to the closet and picking out a shirt and pants and then put them back and grabbed something else. At about a quarter to 9:00 I headed over to the Speedway. He told me he’d be done in a couple minutes; I could park around back next to his Camry and then I could follow him to his place so he could grab a quick shower and we would head out.

I followed him to his apartment, which turns out wasn’t very far from mine. We went into his apartment and he grabbed a couple of beers and handed me one. He then told me that his bathroom gets really hot if he closes the door, so he hoped I wouldn’t mind if he left it open. istanbul travestileri I sat down on the couch and was working on my beer when I noticed that I had a clear view into the bathroom. As he got undressed I was quite surprised that as small and feminine he was, that he had quite a cock. Next thing I realized is that my cock was getting hard just from seeing his.

He got out of the shower and dried he wrapped the towel around himself, then came walking right up to me, he put his one foot up on the arm rest of the couch. I looked up at him and he released his towel. Now I was eye level and very close to that cock I was admiring earlier. He had a grin on his face when he reached his hand around and pressed it against the back of my head. He didn’t have to push very hard to move my face towards his cock. As it pressed up against my mouth I opened my lips and slid my mouth down onto his cock. I certainly could not get my mouth very far down on it, but I did the best I could. I remembered the blow jobs I had in the past and did my best to do the things I enjoyed. I must have been doing OK because pretty soon he was gently moaning and speaking softly, “Yeah, that’s it. Damn you’re doing a good job.” Hearing him tell me I was doing a good job turned me on even more.

After a few minutes he pulled his cock out and said we should go to the bedroom. When we got in the bedroom, he walked over to me and grabbed my shirt and pulled it up over my head, then he got down in front of me and unbuckled my pants and pulled them, along with the underwear down to my feet. He undid my shoes and I stepped out of them along with my pants. Now I was totally naked with another man, that I had just sucked his cock. Until I met him, I never would have thought something like this was even possible for me to do.

He laid me on the bed then laid down between my legs and started giving me the best head I have ever had. I guess it is true, men give the best blow jobs. I got to where I was getting close, and he must have sensed it because he pulled his mouth off of my cock. Then he did something that I was totally not prepared for. He came up laid on top of me and pressed his lips on mine. I had not actually thought about kissing a man. It took me a couple of seconds to respond to his, but when I did, I put all the passion into that kiss that I possibly could. I don’t think I had ever been as turned on as I was at that travesti istanbul moment.

He had me get on my hands and knees on the bed. He then pushed his mouth down on my asshole and started tonguing it. That is something that I had never experienced in my life. And it was driving me out of my fucking mind. He put some lube on his hand and reached under me and started stroking my cock. He then said, “You have suck a sweet ass, I really want to fuck it. Would you like that?” I was so turned on he could of said he wanted to smack me with a 2×4 and I would have responded the same way. I looked back over my shoulder and to my surprise, I said, “YES, please fuck me.”

He took some of the lube and rubbed it over my hole, then slowly slipped in one finger. He pushed it in and started rubbing my prostate which really drove me over the top. But once again, he stopped just before I was ready to blow my load.

He kept gently sliding in and out with one finger. Then he gently added another finger. It was a little bit uncomfortable at first, but it didn’t take long before it was feeling pretty good. Then he added a 3rd finger and now it actually hurt. When I told him it hurt, he told me to just relax my ass and quit tightening up. I did as he said and it started to feel better.

He then got off the bed and walked over to his dresser and picked up a small bottle. He came over and told me to inhale through one nostril while holding the other one closed, then do it with the other nostril. I later learned that it was called Poppers. Once I had done that, he got behind me and rubbed his cock up and down over my asshole. I felt like he was teasing me, and I really wanted to feel that cock inside of me. I finally said, “Come on, stick that cock in me, I want it.”

He pushed it in just far enough to clear the sphincter. He held it there for just a little bit until I got used to the feeling then he pushed it in a little bit further. Then he slowly slid it in and out, each time going a little deeper with each stroke. I reached out and grabbed the poppers again and this time I took a good sized hit of it. Once he got to where he was balls deep in my ass he started picking up the pace and got just a little bit rougher while doing it. Absolutely everything he did to me just kept turning me on even more.

When I felt his cock start to swell up and then start spurting into my bowels, I cock started shooting cum out like it was trying to put out a fire. At that point we collapsed on the bed in each other’s arms and spent the night together.

That was the night in my life that became his personal slut. We had many more nights but I’ll put those in another story.

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